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The evening world., 1887-12-03
cONEY ISLAND EATEN BY THE SEA.
The Brighton Beach Hotel to DO Cat Into
Three Sections and Moved Back.

The Brighton Beach Hotel to DO Cat Into
Three Sections and Moved Back.
The sea has been gradually claiming Coney
Island and the beach to the eastward as its
own for the past ten years, and the waters
edge is now nearly half q mile further north
than II vas when the beach first became
popular as q summer resort.
The asphalt promenade and the broad
boulevard from West Brighton to Brighton
Beach was nearly destroyed last winter, and
1t became evident that the Brighton Beach
Hotel must be moved further inland II its
owner, the Brighton Beach Railway Com
pany, wished to save it.
winter. The hotel will be cut into three sec
tons and will be moved back five hundred
| feet to the line of the front of the race track.
The Qthing pavilion, which has been twice
removed because of the encroachments of the
sea, 10 now again over the water, and IL will
be removed to dry land also. These changes
will be made in time to permit the opening
of the resort for next season, and the COM
pany will also in all probability build amusic
pavilion. The change will leave o broad
beach in front of the hotel.
Arrangements are also completed by which
the Brighton Beach Railway will onnec
with the Kings County Elevated road at
Franklin avenue and Fulton street, Brook
Ign, so that passengers can go from Brooklyn
Bridge to Brighton Beach without change.
will also be made. Among them win be the
conversion of the picnic. pavilion between
the Manhattan and the Oriental hotels into o
hotal.
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The pink hat is no longer an abstract and
isolated phenomenon. 1t is closely attached
to material things. There are thousands like
IL in all the provinces. At rare intervals he
had heard about her. Stupid conversations
of n%eighbors had brought to him, piecemeal,
overwhelming revelations. Others beside
himself knew of the pink hat" and knew
her better than he. Serious men, common
place people and Indifferent persons-so in
different that they seemed contemplate TO
him, approached her without trouble; per-
haps, were on intimate terms with her spoke
Of her without emotion, calling her the little
such-a-one," just as if il were any young girl
and not his own pink hat"
She was the daughter of O ~well-known
builder Of bridges and roads. These things
blast a dream
Despairingly, feeling his vision escaping
him. snatched from him by the high social
relations Of the builder, he held on to il in
spite of all, without, however, indulging in
any delusions as to the future, and viewing
the situation with that heart -pang which he
would have felt in following, in his thoughts.
q vessel bearing his most cherished hopes to-
wards distant land from which it would,
perhaps, never return.
Unable TO keep his secret any longer he one
day confided 1t to his mother. She was just
the very person he should not have spoken
TO about II; mothers having excellent rea-
sons for not understanding these sort at
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PUSHING WOMEN.
There Are Several Kinds, Some Ges Aions
and Some Do Not. @ E
lNom Harpsr's Basar.l

IRON Hdrpers Bdsdr.l
The world 10 full OF pushing women, who, not
satisfied with the goods the gods have provided. are
still reaching after something else. II does not
follow that they are poor or obscure; they may
drive In their carriages, have their names bruited
about In every daily fashion report, live in ease and
luxury, but still, II their nature Is pushing, push
they will, and will not be happy In any condition,
even upon n throne. To be sure, the pushing
woman In usually far from the celebrity which she
covets. She usually begins by pushing for the
necessaries-soctcty, excitement and ducats. To
get herself recognized In whichever vocation she
chooses-if she goes In for literature, she pushes
herself into the foremost ranks, not n ways by vir-
tue of her merits, hut by sheer persistence, peril
nacity and audacity; II for society, there are no
out. In travelling she secures the best seat, At
table d'.1tp the best service; first come first served
Is reversed In her case.
Strange as 1t may seem, the pushing woman Is
not Always disagreeable; II she were, all her efforts
would perhaps come TO naught. She may be vul-
gar. she may he selfish, but she must be amiable;
she must know something OF human nature, how
to manage and cajole her bet,ers, when to push;
she must not remember sights; she must not re-
sent snubs, or At least not resent them TIL she
achieves success. No douot In her own inner con-
seriousness pushing may seem q very laudanle In
dustry, and she may be inclin d to question II II 10
not as creditsble as many other ambitions which
the world has consented 10 believe heroic.
There Ia, however, the woman who pushes
boldly, who does not seek to disguise her warfare,
aud there Is she who pushes suotly and quietly and
anly; the last Is the artist In her business, and II Ia
perhaps almost q pleasure TO be pushed by her,
since her ability more or less deserves the place
she demands. However we may appreciate the
pushing woman, her anxieties aud patience, we do
her society and cut her acquaintance II she would
allow II. And although she q heroine of
q novel. and we are amused by her diflculties, and
synpathize with her failures II we do not approve
Of her success.
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old. He is at the college of Air, in the fourth
class. During the intervening time the fam
lily has sustained o sad loss. His father Is
dead, and the shadow of want seems already
to hover over their home. They have moved
from the towp to the country, into a dis
mantled dwelling. surrounded by seven or
eight acres of land, on which freely sprouts
o luxuriant and wild vegetation.
Grown O little wild. like the grass and the
trees of the orchard itself, with q nature at
the same time turbid and refined, in which
lay dormant as many high aspirations as mere
sensations, Emile has reached the age in
which the heart imprisoned under the stu
dent's gown il apt TO become corrupted. But
he Ii 30 little of y student that he hardly de-
serves any great praise for resisting the con
tagion. With him love of nature, of sun
shine. and especially of shooting, triumphs
over the most pernicious examples. When
the whistle of the decoy birds sounds down
there under the dead twigs laid in the direc-
ton in which the wind blows, Emile readily
forgets the college of AK.
And yet there 10 nothing in him left of the
little sentimental schoolboy Of six years ago.
Only one vision remains, pure and perfect,
preserved in the innermost recesses Of his
heart. That of the pink hat, +" that sweet
girlish face, the guardian angel Of his poet
soul, and the memory Of which the years
could not efface. II still fills his heart with
oCDtAAo tukl4hhs asHrr.-
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f aSS ]sasjS q sSS "a asaapC JOIN a's gssss. ' cSaaSSi
dated 1907, and q FIRE ipsuyapce policy Issued
In 1857, which 10 regardsdas q great cdfios-
ity.
Besides there are many curious old docu-
matters, including o complete set Of corpo-
ration manuals, thirty-two in number, the
first Of which was issued in 1s41, fre depart
ment rolls, &c, as well as speaking ~trumpets
and much other paraphernalia Of the fire lad
dies, almost each object having an interest
ing history. yl.t .noia eI,...
As Mr.. Smith says, the value OF, the col
lection, which he has been at such pains TO
make, is enhanced by the fact that nearly
everything In 1t has been in actual service.
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His Sweetheart Saved His Life, but She
Married Another Nun.
[From the Nashville American.

[From the Nashville Americana
One Of the best known men In Nashville owes his
life and success to his sweetheart. He was born
and reared on one Of the British isles, the son Of q
prosperous banker. When nearly twenty-one he
had a serious dificulty with his father and was
hidden never to darken the doors Of his ancestral
home. 1t was late at night when he left the home
and wandered along the moor which bordered
the family domain. He was Frustrated with
grief aud remorse and determined to take
his life. He eat down and took his pistol out. As
he reelected, he took q photograph OF his sweet
heart from an inner pocket of his coat and scanned
the well known features with eyes dimmed with
tears. Thinking upon her, hope returned, and he
determined to live for her sake, II not for his own.
He hastily showed the weapon into MS pocket and
started for the railway station. He came TO Amer
lea and drifted to Nashville. He prospered in
business, and is now a highly respected citizen.
Unfortunately the romance ends here. For
years he had no Communication with his FANNY,
and the letters he wrote his sweetheart mlscarried,
for shortly after he left, her family moved to q DIS
tant town. He returned home a few years ago
and sought out mis- early love. She was married
and three children played about her knees. He
has consoled himself with a fair American, and
considers himself one Of the happiest of men. But
he has never ceased to thank his stars for the girl
who once saved his life; that her influence did pre-
vent him from suicide he frankly stated to one
familiar with his life.
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of q street, leaving in the square among tho
halted groups a trail of mute compassion.
Emile lola questioned his friend with Q
glance;
And, as he did not recognize this name, his
You know. Your little : pink hat.'"
His little pink hat" Jeannel Mar
ried! Dead!
And lola, who had removed his hat, bent
ON him.
No, surely he had not forgotten his idyl Of
his young days; For Q long, a very long time
f haun me%S Sim and an i hsp h imase Rad f hIs r HsS
sweet visions the frightful paths Of his SEQ
ond youth.
In the cbaste recollections of the poet. In
his ardent returns towards the ideal, every
where and always he had found her again.
and secretly he had often thought that those
ardent letters he had written to o certain
imaginary Nanon might perhaps be read by
Jeanne, and, remembering. the Sundays OF
grapes, she might perhaps have regret having
said No, thanks" too soon. Yes, too soon,
for when he looked back across the sombre
stretch of his first battles with real life u
fits of encouragement dated from this COM
monplace mo, thanks" which forever
dropped the curtain ON his youthful illusions.
His romance of sorrows began there. He
nau, step by step, become NcQuh1nto0 WIN
utter misery and the deepest despair.
He had triumphed single-handed and
single-handed he remained that day, stand
ing erect in the tempest of Jealousy which
victory always evokes, making q shield Of
his disdain for all that he had fought
against, of his contempt for all who hated
him.
All! He secs himself once again In that
desert of a Paris, alone, harrassed by cares.
overwhelmed by the crowd, still wrapped up
in its eternal timidity and reserve and ceiling
out of place. But already science appears TO
him as q supreme end. At contact with the
brutal realities of life, his passion for analy-
sis awakens all the phenomena around him
are taken advantage Of by his intro
spective nature. He penetrates into the ma
terial hidden motives of the purest OF
the ~vileness of life, tormented by tho abso-
Lutte truth hat is in him, feeling his last en-
thusiasm perish in final doubt, the poet II
inspired with the rebellious spirit of q fallen
angel. His dreams of o titanic revenge, the
dissection of a whole century sunk In nerv-
GUS prostration, tho cruciixion of an entire
race nailed living to the rotten trunk OF it,
old metaphysical rags and branded IN tn
bare skin with the red-hotiron Of naturatism.
He will write the romance Of human ami
mality. He will show man subject to all the
laws of heredity. to all the requirements OF
his physical nature, the eternal dupe OF his
earthly attachments.
While the dead cnarms Of the little :. pink
hat depart, in the piteous oscillations OF
the coffin, towards o gaping tomb which. he
divines below there, Emile lola turns his
head to hide his emotion and his gaze 10 ar
rested by q yellow poster on. which, IN BIG
capitals, are printed these words;
READ MANA.
HaU
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No. really. I've already abused your
she replied.
assure you, I assure you-it is not 80"
the grapes in the garden. =.
mo, I beg you. 1t would be too much"
She uttered a pearly laugh, and abruptly.
though gracefully, turned about. There was
on the grass. a final NO, thanks" which
gave a commonplace enough ending to the
episode, and the pink hat was gone.
Left alone. Emile felt terribly. mortified.
His presence of mind returned, he realized
always inclined to be melodramatic, he
made a solemn vow, swearing by all he held
most sacred in the world-without, however,
bothering himself much what this might be
by his wounded self-love, perhaps, to get
even with all the girls In pink hats.
In 1879, on a bright morning in spring, the
author Of the Macquart" series
was seated on q balcony fronting the Mira
beau Square at AK. The express from Paris
had a short time before brought him to the
scene of his childhood's days. He had come
to breathe for a few days the air of his native
town, TO bask in the sunshine. to forget the
feverish struggles of life in Paris in the calm
Iepose ana inc IeVlNliVLng oueEb OF LIE pc
loved Proyencal country. And this morning
he was quietly chatting about the past with
the companion of his youth, Pau c., the
artist. This deuce of O @. had any number
of souvenirs. There was no tale, however
ancient, of which he did not remember the
slightest details. His head was filed with
facts entirely forgotten by others. with names
and things long since dead and buried. One
often meets these retrospective minds, these
memories filed like g~raveyards, in which
men and things have planted their tomb
stone and signed their dates, in which one
finds in q sort of a crystalline form the ex-
cavated miniature of an entire epoch.
Emile lola liked to listen to this voice,
speaking from the depths of forgotten times,
Of vanished years, gently touching on his
own life, lingering on good points, slurring
over regretted events, stirring up with pre-
caution oceans OF dead leaves he deemed
long since scattered in every direction.
You remember twenty years ago2 You
remember such a one 7"
had happened! LIES torments had effaced
30 many imprints, had reduced to dust 30
many former wrecks, he had not had the
leisure to watch over the heaping up of his
recollection. In his hand to hand combat
with life, with art, with Paris, many things
had been forever shattered, and each year
which added a wrinkle to his brow effaced q
souvenir in his heart.
| A funeral procession passed through the
public square. 1t advanced slowly. In the
slight rolling motion, impaired to it by the
pail bearers, with heads lowered as in an
tique bas-reliefs, the coffin, unders its roses
and %yiolets, seemed to shake with sobs;
mournful, as are all the funeral gatherings
in Provence, where death strikes home the
most.
The evening world., 1887-12-03
The Tennessee Girl.
tFrom the Hs,o Orleans Pioayu,

IRON the Nep orleans ftodyuns.I
One word about the Tennessee girl. Ia there
anything In Nashville SO gay and pretty and bright
as she? Is there any one SO fetching and 80 entic-
ing7 saw her, a demure little maiden, with q
sanity smile, acting as page at the Temperance
Conventions; she sat opposite me at dinner, wear
ing o silk gown, ali filled in above her plump white
shoulders and gentle breast with rose-pink tulle
that made her look like q new. born venus- saw
her bending q golden head over her books out At
Vanderbilt University, where. by the way, she Ia
to have an annex" I saw her at the theatre.
| a Greclan knot at the back Of her beautiful head; at
the church meeting, and preaching "for women
only; " In the street; In the school; but wherever I
l saw her she was fair to look upon, and whenever
/ saw her she led my heart by Just the lifting of
accents, and her soft young voice. / remember all
her fetching little ways and "doings " her un-
| falling gentleness and thoughtful courtesy, and
whether In the future her face will show under the
light of the electric lamp or under the tangle of
Phyllis's fire-nies, / shall drink, while memory
LASTS, in champagne frapp6 or farmhouse cider, or
good cold water-to the health and Joy Of the Ten
neaaea GIRL
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the Holy Saviour, when the gilded prayer
books glitter in dainti)y gloved female
hands.
But what characterizes this hour more
than all else, what marks IL from one end of
the town to the other-even to those who
nave dropped all religious, observances-are
the long files Qike Aocks of sheep of little
boys In uniform and girls in white dresses
Whlch pass through the streets, two by two,
snppiing on the wet pavement or grass plots,
marching along the rows of old mansions,
stones.
The column which has just come into
sight at the upper end of the street presents
an appearance hardly in accordance with the
duty they are supposed to be fulfilling. II is
composed of about thirty little boys dressed
In bottle-green cloth trimmed with blue, who
seem TO be trying to hide the ennui of a pious
performance under an assumption of profane
cheerfulness. They perceive q file of girls in
white dresses coming up the street and pass
ing into the church, and that sufices to lead
astray the opinions Of all these young heads
earth.
The Notre Dame boarding-school," said
alady TO her son, as they ranged themselves
agalnst the door TO let the head OF the column
pass In. The Notre Dame boarding school
occupied the narrow aisle which divides in
the centre the seated throng of ~worshippers.
Inc last scholar h enters Is o young lad
IN strange contrast with his timid and pro
Sun glances. The mere fact OF entering
tne church seems to greatly embarrass him.
his night hand, half hidden in his pocket,
uemoies perceptibly; he Razes steadfastly
white dresses.
He starts.
Az the very end Of one of the right rows he
~ perceived a little pink hat whose coquet-
sompledoned young girl.
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poRpO1sE sHOEsTRINes.
They Don't Break on Sunday Morning when
You are Getting Ready 60 Go Out.

They Don't Break on sunday Morning When
You are Getting Ready 70 Go Out.
"I want q shoestring."
This was said in q half querulous tone, as If
the young man wanted 1t In spite of himself
and was vexed at his own need of il.
II wish I could get q shoestring that
would not wear out in no time" he con-
tinued. "Shoestrings always break on
Sunday mornings, too, when you can't get
another, and just as you are in q hurry
getting fixed up to go out. It is no use to
get two or three, because ! can never tell
where / have put them"
Altogether Il was o very sad and distress
ing case Of shoestring. II moved the yendsr
Of those prosaic articles to o practical sym
What you want is aporpoise-skin string"
he said. I have had o pair and they have
lasted through two pairs of shoes"
The afflicted youth eagerly purchased this
wearing pair of shoestrings, feeling that
they were wonderfully cheap at Is cents.
Then the vender went on to explain that
in England they utilize porpoise-skins by
cutting them up into shoe-strings. These
are greasy at first, but the oiliness soon wears
of, and they last much better than leather
strings.
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Nov, watch him move right up. against, the
pew where abe Is seated. He gives 9 short
attendant standing a few PAGES in front Of
him-a back es menacing as If it had eyes
seems to suddenly captivate all his attention.
Who would dare suspect this young sly
s saets OF Of ha papsr "n %SSidR t tS do into NTH the
young girls lap ? Assuredly not she. She
does not even think of It.. and the reproach-
full glance she casts at a certain st. Thomas
hanging in the nave-a st. Thomas painted
credulity that his entire hand disappears in
one of the wounds of our Lord as II in o
natural pocket-the reproachful glance she
casts at this doubter seems to indicate that
tricks with young girls Of her age.
And at the same time O man9uvre-uncon-
scious, no doubt, on her part-causes the
scrap Of paper to disappear between the
where she had Carefully placed a Ia~ce-frineed
with the words, Pause, this is Jesus's heart"
1t was q perfectly pure ~liaison, limpid az
the southern sky an epistolary hatson with;
one, finding s~ustenance in prayer and fam
cies; in those subtle nothings which infame
the childish imagination-a glance Of the
eye an understood gesture, incomgrehensi;
ones name esounding like o sweet strain in
the midst of O dreamy reverie the ineffable
fortunes OF love from afar, deprived Of the
raptures of speech, deifying tho beloved all
unknown to her, surrounding her forever
with mute tenderness, with unsupported
caresses.
For months. during the sultry Sunday
evenings, o young lad with rosy cheeks and
weird eyes might have been seen lettering
of the old mansion built in the style of Louis
XIV. which served for O boarding school for
the young girls in short white dresses, doubt
lessly listening to the rustic Of these dresses
and wondering which Of these three names,
the p~rettiest in the calendar Marie, Jeanne
or Adrienne, might be that Of the girl in the
pink hat.
He had, at least. the consolation of know
ing that she was not ignorant of his. He had
signed In ell his letters, more than once.
EMLE ZoLA. A very sweet name when he
cam to think about il, this name Of lola,
which ought to melt like honey ON O young
girls lips. Indeed, perhaps too sweet.
This name gave no inkling Of the sorrows
of his childish heart, of the revolts of his
young being against q lot of things obnou-
GUS to his personal tastes; Of his precocious
form which made him lazy and taciturn and
Of those gloomy vagaries which turned on
himself and imperiously compelled him to
discover what truth, IL any, there was at the
bottom Of all things. No, 1t said nothing Of
Emile lola" as he often gave his pro-
lessor occasion to remark, :" was merely the
pitiable name Of o stout and bashful scholar,
ayerse to- all serious work. very much be-
never amount to anything"
! Emile zola has grown. He Il sixteen years